03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Wednesday night at the bar was about as dead as a Monday morning, tomorrow would be different it was pre-weekend and a few workers got paid early and started their Fridays the day before. So Harland was taking inventory of the liquor and beer, then food, and then he'd check his patience to make sure he could pull another weekend. For the most part since opening Harland hadn't had to break up many bar room fights but more parking lot brawls seemed to take place as people knew they were under the watchful eye of Harland.
He worked with half staff tonight and he had control of the jukebox , having spent twenty dollars worth of songs he dared anyone to change his temporary playlist.
It had been yet another stressful day with the pack, and despite trying to avoid the bar when the owner was there, Darcy didn’t particularly care today. She didn’t have the patience to stress and fret over politics of whether or you not she should be in there. Her need for a drink far outweighed any concern she might have had. Darcy shook her dark curls as she pulled on a dark grey tank top, a black leather cropped jackets and her light wash jeans, stepping into a pair of worn down looking ankle boots. She truly didn’t care how she looked today, she just wanted to have a drink and maybe go for a run in her wolf form later.
But first, alcohol.
Darcy grabbed her wallet, phone and keys before she locked up her little trailer. The ‘not too new’ Chevy truck roared to life as she twisted the keys in the ignition and headed in the direction of the bar. Generally she tried to just buy her alcohol and drink at home. But she wouldn’t mind some idle gossip and company for a drink or two today. She parked in the designated parking for the bar and ran a hand through her mess of curls as she stepped into the establishment and approached the bar. Picking up his scent, she cleared her throat and wondered if he’d even let her drink in his bar.
”What are my odds of getting a drink before you decide to toss me out on my ass?” Darcy offered a half smile, only half serious. Though she wouldn’t blame him is he did refuse her service.
Harland caught her scent as she entered his bar, dark brown eyes looked up over his clipboard watching her as she walked to the bar. For all sakes and convinces Harland was a neutral in this current conflict between his long standing pack and this new one, he blamed it on their youth but understood their drive for acceptance but yet Harland was with his Alpha these pups could either fall in line under his pack or they could move along, either way while they around their home they would play by his packs rules.
It was still natural to feel the power of another Alpha, Harland thought she was pretty and she still would get the due respect of her status but that was small. Sitting the clipboard down Harland returned her half smile with one of his own but the muscles in his face were often confused by the action so it looked more like a happy frown as he came to rest and stop in front of her, "Money is money," he was looking down at her not in a condescending way but because everyone else was so damn small compared to Harland. He was wearing his usual flannel (red) shirt, blue jeans with the thick chain wallet combo hanging down, and his boots.
"You can drink here, but this is neutral ground understand? What are you having?" he asked politely even though he sounded quiet grumpy (as per usual), "Harland."
She watched as he set his clipboard down and almost sighed with relief at his response. She didn’t enjoy the conflict between the packs, but she also did understand that Shadowridge was there first, had more mature wolves and therefore was due respect. The war was not her first choice, but she also recognized that her pack was reluctant to find another home. The politics of it all grew exhausting at times. Hence her need for a drink.
”I’m more than happy to spend money in your bar.” Darcy responded, her tone reflecting her relief as she took a seat. She was impressed with his height, she was a little taller than average herself, but nothing in comparison to him. He had almost a foot on her. Or at least a solid eight or nine inches.
”Whiskey, neat. Can I start a tab?” She said as she made herself comfortable in the bar stool and nodded at his name. ”Darcy” her dark brown eyes took in the rest of the sights around the bar, the tense feeling in her shoulders melting away as she let herself simply breathe.
Harland went to one of his point of sales behind the bar and began to smash buttons, "Darcy," he mumbled punching the name in the open tab section, "whiskey, neat," Harland was just someone that when he used any type of technology in the bar he had to say it as he did it, he even grunted misspelling the word neat because his fingers always hit six buttons around a letter, "fucking thing...," in reality Harland just wasn't all that tech savvy.
Finally with the order in Harland tended the woman's actual drink, "So, I hear you're a park ranger or something like that? Sounds like a good job," he slide the glass gently over to her, "Easier than raising some wild pups," he was of course talking about her young pack mates, Harland had run into a few once or twice and he wasn't impressed. Loud, smart mouthed, and always wanting to fight. He would tell her she needed to tighten up but he wasn't his packs Alpha but he was mostly a mediator of sorts. She'd get line eventually.
Darcy couldn’t help but find herself amused at watching the man get the slightest bit annoyed with the technology before him. “Yeah, it seems my schooling choices paid off. It is a good job, keeps me far away from all the technology and out in nature. Gotta say, it’s probably my favorite job I’ve ever held.” She admitted with a soft smiling threatening to make itself known, that is until she took a drink and shook her head at his following comment.
”No shit, some of these young pups don’t understand the benefits of playing nice and falling in line. I don’t think I’ve ever been challenged by so many young wolves for Alpha before we relocated.” She exhaled slowly, taking a heavier drink as she shook her head, curls bouncing wildly at the movement. It took everything in her to stop herself from complaint about her pack. She was a devoted leader, but she was tiring of the constant fighting. ”I almost miss just being a part of the pack, but I stand by my move.” She finished the drink and set the glass down, eyeing the bartender with curiosity.
”So tell me, how’d you end up running the local watering hole?”
Post by Harland Shaw on Sept 13, 2023 16:44:20 GMT
Harland hadn't finished school but he could read and write, kinda, so he couldn't relate to that but he did like the prospect of working out in nature every day. He could also agree with the young pups these days, "Not that it's a problem with our pack but I remember being young and having a hard on for being wreckless but I never challenged an Alpha," because ther current Alpha had the pack in line and the pack knew what was expected, but if Darcy needed to tighten up her reign then she'd make it or break it. She didn't need to be told.
"The family is originally from here," he explained doing other things as he grunted, "Most of the family left after the curse entered the family, but we had a cousin stay and we've ran this place ever since, I took over from my cousin Bosco."
Darcy gave a nod as her spoke, almost envious of his pack. They were well established, probably not without their own issues, but at least they seemed more ‘together’ than Darcy personal felt her own pack was. But then again, an outside view is always different than what the inside stories tell. She exhaled slowly and shrugged. “Ive always told them I’ll accept any challenge they issue if they truly believeI they have a point to prove. Here lately I get the feeling that most of the attitude is simply due to boredom, which will be cleared up with some added responsibilities around the pack. I don’t want to sound like a hypocrite after all, I challenged the previous Alpha when I didn’t agree with the way things were going for the pack. But then again, my mother always told me I had ‘alpha blood in my veins’ when I was young.” Darcy couldn’t help but chuckle, she loved recalling memories with her mother, back before the world got bigger and complicated. She liked to think her mother would be proud of her, though disappointed she left the pack she was born into.
“That’s quite a tale… so your family line, your family wasn’t all born into the curse?”. This genuinely captured her curiosity. Darcy’s family was a lineage of pure bloods, that is until her father ran off with a human after her mother’s death, now she had a half-blood half-brother out there in the world somewhere. Her grandparents still kept in contact with her, occasionally trying to encourage her to ‘make the right match to keep the bloodline strong’, or in their biased opinion; pure. It was always interesting to learn whether someone had been born into it, or bitten. “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry. Just a morbid curiosity I have when it comes to family lineage.”
